| Sosa 808 made it
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, okay, okay
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| It ain’t 'bout money, it ain’t no discussion
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| Got the pocket rocket, no time for tussling
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| All this money got these bitches in love with me
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| Wanna fuck me, baby, but ain’t no cuddling
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| Pillow talking choppa chop ya' like bucket shit
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| Let it burn, let it burn, yeah, that Usher shit
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| Ballin' hard, nigga, it ain’t no sucker shit
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| Money talk, your’s funny, Chris Tucker shit
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| Niggas hate me, but these bitches be loving it
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| Talking 'bout you ballin', boy, you be fumbling
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| Pull up thirty deep, yeah, royal rumbling
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| Sexy tag on the back, had to nut on it
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| Lumberjack from the back when I’m cuttin' it
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| Got these big ass choppas we like some Russians
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| Cookie Backwood, I’m pouring up 'Tussin
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| Got my MC Hammer, you can not touch me (Uh, uh)
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| Huh, you cannot touch me
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| Ain’t no talking, ain’t no discussion
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| Brrt, bap, bap
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| They do what I say, yeah, they call me Glock 'Bama
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| Like second plate, boy, you better not run up
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| I’m getting cake and ain’t talkin' 'bout funnel
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| I get more head than some goddamn bundles
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| Finesse him quick, he a duck, call him Donald
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| Don’t trust a soul, got that from my mama
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| Don’t trust a soul, put that on my mama
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| Hell, nah (Uh, uh)
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| Fuck these niggas hatin', I’ma get this paper
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| I ain’t savin' bitches, I be savin' paper
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| I cock, then shoot like McGrady
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| All my niggas G’s, I ain’t talkin Mason
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| I just left from Portland ballin' like a Blazer
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| My niggas pocket watching, know they’ll take it
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| Bullets comin' hot just like the queso
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| Pull up foreigns and you know we had to race 'em
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| Straight out it
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| Straight droppin', no flip
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m a big dog, baby, you call me Clifford
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| Got a FN squeezing like lemons
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| Watch the niggas 'cause they turning like Timmy
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| I’m on this paper route, you know the business
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| I’m the goat, niggas don’t call me Billy
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| I’m 'bout to buy it, nigga, it ain’t no lending
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| Young rich nigga act like some gremlins
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| Got your bitch open wide like the dentist
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| Since a youngin', bitch, I been 'bout the loot
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| She ain’t let me fuck, she blew me like soup
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| Tropicana call and I got the juice
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| I can hotbox in a coupe with no roof
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| Big Backwoods blow like a flute
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| Glock hard when I cock and I shoot
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| Keep the rocket, let it pop like balloons
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| Your rent’s due, nigga, it’s time to move (Outdoor)
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| Out the mud, now I pouring in public
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| Sipping mud, blowing bud with my buddies
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| Flipping hoes with my boys like the Dudleys
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| Skinny nigga, but my pockets is chubby
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| Ain’t 'bout the money, it ain’t no discussion
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| Ain’t talkin' money, ain’t talkin' 'bout nothin'
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| Don’t give me somethin', I want all or nothin'
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| Don’t give me somethin', I want all or nothin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Intro , by - Key Glock. Song from the album Glock Season, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп